The description of perfection is kin to perfection itself

And those who describe it receive therefrom a share

So harken to a proof that a man of letters selects

Praise grows sweet and pleasant in its composition

And its fragrance wafts unto those who hear it

Through it, the most ancient abode of longing is revived

And by it, the parched throat is quenched after its burning

And the secret journeys to the unseen realms through witnessing

When recited regarding the virtues of Ahmad

Thoughts and hearts yearn for him with longing

I am his servant, and for his sake I dwell within the sanctuary

Chanting my praises for him in rhythmic song

I seek his bounty to quench my burning thirst

Indeed, I reach for the unique in his praises

Just as he is unique among all created beings

The Mount of Manifestation is, in truth, his very self

Thus his holiness has transcended every description

His inner meaning is the unseen of creation and its sense

He cast his radiance upon existence, so his sun

Shall never set upon the realms of being

His body is a full moon upon the sphere of ascensions

And to each, a portion of his radiance has journeyed

The secret of secrets and of the worlds is his mark

Were you to see the Throne, it would awe you, for his name

Is inscribed upon every one of its pillars

I have conceded with certainty that his station is lofty

His spiritual essence has permeated the Throne and the earth

Or whenever I witness for him a greater beauty

I am convinced that Muhammad is the best of creation

Though a doubter may waver in this certainty

The Guardian Lord has elevated the Prophet's station

And in the loftiest heights, He established his edifice

He blessed him—how majestic then is his clear speech

I have seen both his spearhead and his tongue

This one stained with blood, and that one an orator

O traveler upon the path of Taha, persist and prevail

And adhere to a way that has transcended all other paths

If you remain steadfast upon it and do not deviate

Rejoice in gain; if you follow his exemplary path

Then towards true success shall you return

My draught has grown sweet in his love, as has my spring

And my verse has ascended by praising the one of high rank

I have enshrined within my praise my fair entreaty

I have turned away from praising any other, and rightly so

For he has no equal among all in the worlds

Ask what you wish from the overflow of a surging sea

Rejoicing in the light of a most brilliant full moon

And be certain of an affection both hidden and manifest

I have concluded with the certainty of transmitted knowledge

That the Prophet grants rewards for his praise

In my truthfulness, I am supported by clear evidence

That a praiser may find a source for his panegyrics

For I say that the Hashimite, Muhammad

Listened to "Banat Su'ad" while Ka'b was reciting

When he clothed him in the Mantle, fresh and new